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 The Gifford's have been neighbors and close friends of ours since we moved
into the culde-sac eleven years ago.  Mary Gifford was the first to come
over to welcome us to the neighborhood and invite Jean and me to dinner on
the night we moved into our new home.  Jean and Mary came to be extremely
close and are now inseparable friends.  When I would come home from work at
night, if Jean was there so was Mary.  If Jean was not there, I new she was
somewhere with Mary.  I often refer to them as a collective calling them
Mary-Jean.  I became good friends with her husband Phil too but we have
nowhere near the close relationship that the wives have.  We are good
friends none the less.  I always harbored a suspicion that Phil coveted my
beautiful wife.
   My Jean, my love, my wife, is an absolute knockout and, as is obvious to
everyone who we come in contact with, way out of my league.  It took me
weeks to work up the courage to ask her out on a date and was shocked when
she accepted.  I think everyone was shocked when she agreed to marry me. 
I'm not ugly or anything but I am no beauty.  I'm just another guy.  Jean,
on the other hand, is a rare beauty, is the type that wins beauty pageants.
Needless to say, I am very insecure about my ability to hold onto to her.
Every guy that looks at her, and that is every red blooded male from 13 to
95, is a clear and present danger to my hold on Jean.  The threat and the
mere occasion of their presence erodes my male ego.  But, she never seems
to notice all of the stares and glares from her testosterone surging male
admirers.  In fact, she focuses all of her attention on me.  I think that
in her heart, she knows of my insecurity and when I am shaking in envious
desperation, she turns her beautiful baby blue eyes on me and with a glance
reassures me of her loyalty.  Just a brief glint from her gleaming eyes
puts me at ease and instills in me a confidence to continue the masquerade
of being her consort.  I never discussed my doubts with anyone, but kept
all of that anxiety deep undercover and to myself.  All of that internal
tension probably contributes to the fact that we don't socialize very much
or have any close friends to speak of, especially males.
   The Gifford's, now they are an absolutely perfect couple and in every
way and are an exception to our reluctant social life.  It is hard to
explain the strong friendship that has developed because if there ever was
a threat, it was them.  They are financially comfortable; pillars of the
community and their church Of course, they are beautiful - both of them. 
Mary is a few years older than Jean and a little taller.  The two of them
are like photographic negatives of each other.  Mary is dark with sultry
brown eyes framed by sculpted brows and long sweeping lashes that will lure
you into believing that, encouraged by that irrepressible male sexual
optimism, you have a chance.  That optimism will wax a wane in the heart of
every rutting male with every purposeful blink of those beautiful eyes. 
Each blink is like the sun being blocked briefly by a cloud only to return
warmer and more comforting with its reappearance.  But, those moments of
brief shade are chilling and disparaging to the fruitless quest for
conquest.  To peer into those eyes is to surrender to her charm.  Her skin
is flawless, perpetually tan, and smooth as a baby's behind.  Her hair is
brown and so dark that it often appears to be black.  Her body is slightly
thicker and hips slightly wider than Jean's having given birth to two
exceptionally beautiful children.  Motherhood took nothing away from her
beauty.  In fact, she is all the more voluptuous for the fact.  She is drop
dead gorgeous.
   My Jean has a different kind of beauty.  She is a natural blond with
what I would call Scandinavian features although she is Irish through and
through.  There must have been a Viking raider or two somewhere in her
lineage.  She is so bright and fresh looking that it draws everyone's
attention every time she enters the room.  Her blue eyes seemed to emit
light.  Even though she has a dynamite figure with ample breasts, that she
enjoys revealing with low cut neckline tops and dresses, everyone first
looks into her eyes.  They are inviting, exciting, and intoxicating.  Her
eyes, however, can also be sharp and threatening.  She has a way, unlike
Mary who will allure you, of commanding you with a look; with a stare; with
a slight glance.  There is no getting away from it.  She is in-charge and
no one can or would dare to resist her control.  She is mindful of her
ability to dominate men and me in particular, but in keeping with her very
warm personality, uses her powers sparingly and discretely.  She is the
benevolent dictator in our marriage.  Most people didn't even notice and
would probably be shocked at the controlling aspect of her character that
seems to contradict her very nature.  But, it exists none the less with its
largest influence being mainly on me; maybe my entrenched insecurity makes
me more susceptible to it.
   I am always amazed how other people interact with my wife and take
notice of how long everyone engages her eyes before dropping their glance
to her exciting and always viewable cleavage - both men and women.  Funny,
but women seem to drop their gaze quicker than the men.  I guess they have
to check out their competition.  The men, however, seem to linger in her
gaze as if in a hypnotic trance.  They, like me, become easily entrapped by
her flirting nature.  Her eyes hold onto men as if her hands are pulling on
their genitals.  This is no exaggeration; I have seen Catholic priests' who
have taken a sacred vow of celibacy to God almighty, get entangled in what
is obviously carnal reverie while staring into her enchanting eyes.  No
wonder I have insecurities!
   To add to my self-doubts, Philip Gifford is, as the girls say, a hunk.
He has obviously been very athletic from the time of his youth.  He is
muscular, lean, and trim.  He has no body fat.  Do you believe it; no body
fat.  Of course he is tall at 6'1" - compared to my 5'8" - and has a full
head of wavy hair that he keeps neatly trimmed.  He has light wavy hair
that is more red than blond that he keeps short and neatly trimmed.  His
skin is very light and heavily freckled but tan's deeply during the summer
months.  His eyes are blue and much darker than Jean's.  They are deep-set
and capped by light red-blond brows which is the dominant attraction on his
face.  His facial features are chiseled and angular worthy of a male
fashion model.  It is obvious to everyone by just glancing at the front of
his pants that he is packing an extra manly tool kit.
   Now you can see why I feel threatened.  But, he is an open and friendly
guy.  He will give you the shirt off of his back which is something I
discouraged since I noticed that Jean very much enjoys looking at the
beautiful Phil when he is shirtless.  One good thing about our circumstance
is that it forced me to join a gym and get into shape.  I could never hope
to compete with Phil's body.  I started exercising so much later in life
than he and our body types are so much different.  His is slim and cut and
I am more bulky but, I must say, even more muscular as a result of my
current weight lifting regimen at the gym.  With no body fat, he is much
more cut than me.  Unfortunately, try as I may, I cannot get rid of that
thin layer of fat that covers my entire body.  Although not by any means
what you would call fat and certainly not sloppy, I have an overlay of
padding that I can't remove even if I starve myself.  Fortunately for me,
Jean thinks I look good and even complemented me on the recent improvement
and showed me her gratitude by becoming the seductress rather than the way
it use to be with me always having to initiate our love making.  She
frequently treats me to her specialty; cocksucking.  Boy, Is she good at
it! She is very oral and usually brings me to climax in her mouth.  She
savors my ejaculate as if it is a fine wine swirling it about her palate
before swallowing.  Happily, with all of that exercise, I have plenty of
stamina.
   Well, as our happy lives go on, our friendship with the Gifford's
continues and has become stronger and stronger to the point where, as
couples, we are always together.  We play together and pray together.  We
alternate houses were we eat our meals.  As to be expected among such
attractive people, sexual tension has to enter the stage at some point and
it has.  First, it was off-color jokes.  But after awhile, the jokes became
more and more lurid and much more personal.  The general atmosphere has
been getting very heated.  I know Jean can get very horny every time we get
involved in these couples activities, especially when she comes into
physical contact with Phil, usually when dancing.  It has gotten to the
point that I don't mind the effect he has on her anymore since when we get
home it always results in hot sweaty sex for us.
   As intimacy grew, we as couples eventually began watching risqué movies
together and the explicit nature of those escalated rapidly to out-and-out
fuck movies.  It didn't take long for all pretence of decorum to vanish. 
Amazingly, it was the women who first broke the ice with their comments
about the more attractive men in those videos and, more specifically,
expressions of praise for the largest genitalia.  Becoming more comfortable
with their open lagnolalia, the girls got more and more involved with what
was happening on the screen.  After a few of these video sessions, the
whoops and hollers from the girls during the cumshot scenes mellowed into
mews and purrs.  I know I almost came in my pants a few times just
listening to the heavy breathing and low moans of the girls.  I`m sure it
was the same for Phil but I never made eye contact with him at any point
during these sessions.  In fact, we had an unspoken rule of keeping the
lights off and the men to always sit with throw-pillows on their laps for
obvious reasons.  We more or less just sat there, Phil and me.  But our
girls were very active, moving around from chair to chair or rolling about
the floor.  If they sat in one place for any amount of time they often
squirmed while opening and closing their legs, often rubbing up against us
or sliding their hands along our inner thighs or up under the pillows.  Of
course, this was between husband and wife only.  Mary had a habit of
clamping her thighs shut around her two hands holding them firmly against
those large crotch lips of hers when things got really hot in the movies.
Jean was much less obvious.
   When people become that close, things begin to happen.  The porn movies
that Jean and I had always watched privately as a couple suddenly threw our
sex life into high gear when watching them with another couple.  Our
private bedroom activities became extremely hot and full of
experimentation. We assumed that the same was going on in the Gifford's
marital bed too so the topic of the Gifford's amours eventually came to
dominate our sexual fantasies.  We often fantasized about actually watching
them going at it.  No one had done anything too openly during our frequent
porn movie get-togethers but the talk was getting extremely explicit and
the atmosphere was getting hotter and hotter.  And, as time went on, Jean,
during our love-making, started making direct references to Phil and how
hot he is and eventually mentioned his "package" and wondered what it would
feel like to experience a man that big.  Needless to say, the impact of
that fantasy on me was like having my mother walk in on me while I was
masturbating.  I was barely average in the "package" department so the
comment went directly to my insecurity.  I went soft almost immediately but
that didn't stop her violent climax.  Apparently just verbalizing this
thought drove her to instant rapture.  This was happening more and more
frequently.  The only antidote I had was to think of Mary; after all, turn
about is fair play.
   Whenever we would go places together as couples, Jean liked to show off
her cleavage and Mary, her cameltoe.  Whenever Mary was not wearing a
dress, she was displaying it; shorts, pants, bathing suits it did not
matter.  I have to say, I was more than intrigued.  She obviously had a
large fleshy vulva and by the evidence revealed by some of her sheer
bathing suits, she had an exceptionally large clitoris.  I couldn't keep my
eyes off of her crotch and I was hoping that she was not aware of my
fixation.  It got to the point that while Jean was dreaming of Phil's big
cock stretching her cunt, I was musing visions of sucking on Mary's big
clit.  I sometimes pictured it looking like penis as some of those
extremely large clits I enjoy from my porn collection.  I was as curious
about Mary's clit as Jean was about Phil's cock.  Despite this
semi-homoerotic fantasy, I did not think of myself as being the least bit
gay despite the excitement of thinking big clits were like cocks.
   Our couple's activities were no longer feeling like fantasy but
something bordering reality since our video session foreplay actually
include them or should I say, him because Jean's verbalizations were always
about him.  I was acutely aware of why this was happening; after all, we
are actually within a few feet or sometimes inches of each other during the
height of our group arousal.  Our sexual banter served to get our juices
flowing.  We only separated as when we were worked up to the point of
needing final release.
   Now, it had to eventually happen and it did and rather abruptly I must
say.  Because of our growing intimacy, the subject of personal fantasies
eventually came out into the open.  And of all people, the comment came
from Phil.  One night when we are lounging in their den over a couple of
bottles of wine, he just blurted out, "Gary, Mary wants to fuck the shit
out of you."
   I could have fallen through the floor.  I panicked!  I was thinking,
"Did Mary mistake my staring at her crotch as something more than a cheap
thrill for me?" Clearly I hadn't been as discrete in my peeking, as I
thought.  Upon hearing what Phil had said, the first thing I did was to
look at Jean to see her reaction.  It wasn't nearly the expression I had
expected.  It was more like a knowing smile than the abject shock I was
expecting.  Clearly the topic wasn't new to her and had obviously been
discussed by the girls.  This inter-couple relationship thing was heading
in a dangerous direction and I didn't know what to do.  I was flustered and
sat there mute.  The silence was becoming uncomfortable.  I felt that I had
to come up with a retort that saved both Mary and me from this
embarrassment.  Then, Mary spoke out and shocked me even more than Phil
did. Looking directly into my eyes she said," Yes, I'd like to fuck you
right here in the den and Phil would just love to shove his big dick up
Jeans wet cunt."
   This was sounding like the girls banter during the porn movies, but
there was no video on.  The lights are on and we guys didn't have pillows
on our laps.
   She then went on to say, "Why are you blushing?  You've been staring at
my cunt for years now."
   I was outed!
   "Jean told me how much you want to do it so I figured that if you aren't
going to make the first move, I would," she said and added, "but Phil beat
me to it."
   My mind was reeling.  I know now that Jean was in on this.  How far has
it already gone?  Has Phil already fucked my Jean?  Am I a cuckold?  What
should I do?  What should I say?  There was no way I was going to fuck Mary
no matter how much I wanted to.  I loved my wife with my whole heart and
soul.  I vowed myself to cling to her and her alone until we are separated
by death.  She is my darling, my darling, my life and my bride.  I am that
much in love with her.  This was my belief set.  It's the way I was brought
up.  It is required by my religion.  I wanted it that way.  Or, was it that
I wanted Jean to feel that way?  Was it because of my insecurity?  Did I
think it would cause me to lose Jean?  Or.  Was it that I was afraid that
Jean would seize the opportunity to live out her fantasy with Phil?
   Yes!  That was it!  That was the real reason I was resisting what was
happening.  I thought; this can't be happening.
   Then, another voice broke the silence.  It was Jean with a revelation
that both shocked me and comforted me at the same time.
   She said, "Gary, you know how you described Mary's cunt in your sex
fantasy?  Well, it's all that and more." She went on to say that she has
seen it up close and implied that she touched it and tasted it.  She also
said that Mary has described Phil's privates to her and that she was dying
to see them herself.  I was relieved that things hadn't gone as far with
Phil as I feared - at lease, as of yet.  But, admitting that she has had
sex with Mary was an unexpected turn on for me.
   Upon hearing what Jean said, Phil jumped up and said, "I can solve
that!" and quickly dropped his pants to the ground.  As you may have
guessed, he was cursing commando so all of his glory was right there for
everyone to see.  I was impressed.  He was not only big but, I have to say,
beautiful.  I couldn't help but stare.  I had never seen anything like it,
not even in the gym.  I have seen plenty of large cocks but I usually
thought them ugly.  It seems to me that all of the big ones are uncut and
me being circumcised, I find foreskin revolting and uncomfortable looking.
I can't imagine having a flap of skin over the head of my cock.  I think it
would be dirty, smelly, and confining.  I don't understand why, with all of
my prejudice, I was thinking that this one was the most beautiful cock I
had ever seen or imagined for that matter and it was clearly uncut.  My
head was spinning.  I went from worrying about the possibility of offending
Mary to ogling her husband's naked cock right in front of her eyes.  But,
Phil wasn't doing all of this for me, he was targeting Jean - Jean!  I
almost forgot about her.  I turned to see her staring at that magnificent
appendage and leaning forward in her seat next to me to get a closer look.
   She excitedly said, "Since you have it out, bring it closer so I can get
a better look!" Without hesitation, Phil rocketed out of the pants that
were piled around his feet, having been barefoot to start with, he easily
sloughed them off and almost crashed into Jean on his way to the couch
stopping only inches from her face.  She sat back to avoid the collision
but quickly readjusted to a forward position so close that I am sure she
could smell his male musk.
   Looking right at it she said, "I wonder how big this thing gets when
hard."
   Phil barked with delight, "Just keep watching and you will see."
   Then, as if by command, it began to grow.  I could see it getting
thicker and start to straighten up.  Slowly it bounced higher and higher as
it was getting thicker and thicker.  When it got to the point of pointing
straight out from his body it began to pulse up and down with the beating
of his heart.  It was truly magnificent.  For the first time in my life, I
wanted to reach out and touch another man's dick.  I'm sure that Jean did
too because she looked like she would swoon.  She had to sit back as it
grew to avoid it hitting her in the face.  Her maneuver looked comical
since she had to quickly prop her arms behind her to stop from falling
backward.  It ended up with the head of his prick only a fraction of an
inch from her lips.  She looked as if she was about to open her mouth and
take it in but hesitated long enough for her to remember that I was sitting
there watching.  Turning to me her cheek gently brushed the head of the
monster and I am sure that was no accident.  I could see the wet trail it
made from the edge of her mouth nearly to her ear.  She looked at me with
begging eyes.  I know she wanted it and I think I wanted it for her too. 
But, I was catatonic.  I couldn't talk or even move.  I just stared back
into her eyes.
   The moment was broken by Mary who said, "Go ahead and feel it!"
   Jean silently mouthed the words to me, "Can I?"
   I didn't answer.  I just diverted my gaze from her eyes back to his huge
cock.  She apparently took that as a yes and turned her attention back to
the cock only this time keeping her face just out of its range.  She slowly
extended her right hand until her fingers lightly grazed the side of the
behemoth.  She cooed, "Ooh this is nice" as she lightly caressed his
pulsing cock.  She just could not resist the temptation and pressed her
lips slightly forward and briefly and gently kissed the tip.  As she pulled
her head back, a string of viscous fluid that was continuously leaking from
it stretched from her lips to his penis until the strain from her movement
broke it in the middle.  One side dropped along Jean's lower lip and chin.
The other hung from his foreskin swinging back and forth until more clear
liquid emerged from his cock extending it down to her lap in one continuous
flowing stream.  As Jean reflexively extended her tongue to clean off her
lips, Phil's cock sprang to attention as rapidly as a stallion in heat and
ended up at a 45 degree angle to his stomach.  Now it looked like a pillar
of granite.  It looked so hard I thought it must hurt.  This magnificent
display made Jean spring into action and she gripped it with both hands
sliding them to the top, then firmly gripping it she pulled the skin down
stretching his skin and pulling taut his foreskin in the process thus
exposing the engorged head.  The head was glossy and almost wax-like
looking more like a dildo than a human cock.  This impression was
reinforced by its enormous size.  I had no idea that a man's cock could be
so big.
   Jean, using his leaking juices as a lubricant, began to slide both hands
slowly up and down this beautiful cock.  I was wondering what it would be
like to be doing that.  My cock was as hard as it had ever been in my
entire life.  I could feel it leaking as the scene before me intensified.
It only took for jerks for the head of his cock to expand in warning for
what was to come.  Another couple of strokes were are all it took for Phil
to shoot his white milky sperm with such violence it hit Jean at her
hairline and caromed across the top of her head leaving a thick trail of
cum on her tightly pulled blond hair.  As with every other thing about
Phil, his cum wasn't like any normal man's either.  It was very white and
thick.  It came out with great force in a continuous stream with each
pulse. It shot through the air looking like a rope in a high arc until it
collided with something enveloping whatever it hit in thick white cum.  The
first shot surprising her with its force, she raised his cannon so that the
second launched high into the air and eventually landed on her cheeks and
nose.  Jean clearly tried to absorb as much of the flow as she could with
her body rather than squander it on the floor so she quickly readjusted the
aim to hit her directly in her face causing the jizz to splash all over it
and drip to her blouse and slacks.  I wasn't sure whether it was to save
her clothing or to satisfy her basest cravings but, she opened her mouth to
receive the fourth shot.  I could not believe the amazing volume of the
emission.  I was expecting the volume to trail off but each shot seemed to
be more massive than the one before.  You could not call these spurts.  You
couldn't even call them shots.  The continuous cascade of sperm looked like
a stream of white piss going right into Jean's mouth.  She obviously
enjoyed the sensation because she flashed a broad smile with her mouth
still wide open displaying the gooey mess on her pearly white teeth.  I
could see the front of her throat contract as she swallowed to try to keep
up with the barrage but it was of little use.  The deluge continued.  I
lost count in my bewilderment but it had to be at least ten of them at
full-volume.  Jean was drenched.  Her face, hair, neck, arms, and just
about every place else on the front of her were enrobed in thick white
jizz. She swallowed and licked but couldn't even put a dent in the load
covering her face.  I think it was in desperation to stop the onslaught but
she finally slipped her cum covered lips over his cock head and absorbed
everything he had left to unload.  The intensity of his erection began to
diminish when she started to slowly mover her head up and down his shaft
bring some of his turgidity back.  He had been silent thus far but the
friction of her expert tongue made him gasp and groan out loud.  As for me
I was actually in pain with the hardest erection I ever experienced.
   This was the most erotic sight of my life.  In comparison, all of the
porn I had ever seen was tame.  The excitement of every sexual encounter I
ever had, if added up, would not reach the level of excitement I felt with
in watching this scene.  Added to this was the exquisite pain of being
cuckolded.  The combination was bringing me to a climax.  My cock was
trapped in my pants at an oblique angle by the constraint of my belt.  Jean
started breathing so hard that cum began leaking from her nose and that
very familiar moaning arose from low in her chest.  Her moan quickly rose
to a shrill and more of the slime was forced out of her mouth along his
prick.  She was building to her own climax and just as it hit, so did mine.
I could feel every muscle contract each in succession until they forcefully
ejected my sperm into my pants.  No sooner did the first contraction end
than another one began - followed by another and another.  This was the
first time I had ever cum without direct stimulation to my penis.  This was
absolutely the most intense orgasm of my life.  Even more intense than my
first jerk off when I was 12 years old; more intense than my first blowjob
I'm sorry to admit was when I was 23, and it was even more intense than the
first time I fucked Jean.
   I was coming out of my trance and began to realize what had just
happened.  It was not just a sex act but the beginning of a new chapter in
our sexual lives.  I slowly began to again recognize things around me that
had minutes ago disappeared from my view completely, like Mary.  She must
have been doing something all of this time but I couldn't tell you what it
was.  She had not been in my universe which consisted only of Phil's dick
and Jean.  Nothing else existed.  Nothing else mattered - only the raw sex
act in which my wife and only friend are engaging.  Apparently Mary had
been encouraging their activity based upon the big smile still on her face
and what ever it was she was saying.  Sounds of the expanding universe are
coming back only slower than the visual.  Mary was obviously very happy and
moving in close to Jean.  She leaned over and kissed Jean on her sperm
coated mouth.  This was not a quick peck but a long slow open mouth kiss
that lingered on.  Clearly they are exchanging Phil's fluid.  After their
lips parted, Mary extended her tongue and licked the residual sperm from my
only love's face, expertly plowing some of the mess up and into Jean's open
mouth where Jean consumed like a desert topping.  I heard Mary offer Jean
their shower to clean herself off.
   I was by then overcome by humiliation.  My wife cheated on me right
before my eyes and the dominant male, my best friend, conquered my wife
while I rolled-over and let it all happen.
   Jean was about to accept Mary's offer of the shower when I abruptly
stood up revealing even more evidence of my submission by the big wet stain
on the front on my khakis.  All eyes went immediately to my shame evoking a
big smile of approval from Jean and joking comments from Phil.  Mary,
sensing my pain, quietly handed me a small towel to help me reclaim
whatever dignity I could.  Covering myself with it I reached out and
grabbed Jean's sperm encrusted hand and pulled it away from Phil's
deflating cock.  I yanked her to her feet but her slime covered hand
slipped out of mine leaving me with a cum-coated palm.  Startled, I quickly
and rigorously wiped it off with the towel and throwing the towel on the
floor; I grabbed Jean by the arm and directed her to the back door.  At
first, she resisted but before she could put up much of a fuss, Mary
screamed out, "what are you doing?  How long have you been sitting there?"
   We all turned in the direction she was looking.  What we had all missed
was little Katie sitting on the steps weeping.
   In a crying voice she screamed back to her mom, "What was Auntie Jean
doing to daddy's thing?"
   Jean's resistance to leave immediately broke and we scooted out of the
door before we heard Mary's answer to the girl.  We both felt the world
crashing in on all of us now.  We were feeling like criminals - like
fugitives on the run.  That innocent girl that we both loved like she was
our own had witnessed our depravity.  What we let... No, what I let happen
got so far out of hand that we will all now have to deal with the
consequences.  Katie is only 11 years old and she has already witnessed the
basest actions of adult sexuality.  It is tough enough for parents to
explain sex to a child but when caught in the act, but how do you explain
infidelity?  The cat is out of the bag now.  I know that Katie will never
keep this a secret and she will never again be able to look at us in the
same innocence she had in the past.  I fear that the first person she will
tell is Brian, her 14 year old brother, with whom I have the closest
possible relationship.  Brian and I are closer to each other than he is to
his own father.  We do everything together and have a lot of fun in the
process.  I coach his teams and attend all of his school functions.  I take
him camping on my property up in the mountains where the two of us are
building a cabin on the lake.  I love him like a son and don't want that to
change.  But, change it inevitably will.
   When Jean and I got home, she shucked off all of her clothing and jumped
right into the shower.  I just sat on the end of the bed deep in thought
looking at the pile soiled clothes.  I reached down and snapped up her
brief panties after I noticed the wet spot glistening in the light that
spilled from the open bathroom door.  They were soaking wet with her
juices. I brought them to my nose and inhaled her scent.  Unable to resist,
I extended my tongue to sample the essence of her orgasm.  My senses were
again thrown into chaos and visions of her betrayal flashed before my eyes.
I was transported back to that moment; the moment of my deepest
humiliation. Amazingly, in my mind it was not Jean's face I was envisioning
but Phil's penis.  It was as if I had taken Jean's place.  It was my face
being splooged.  It was my mouth receiving his white offering.  Looking
down to the floor, I could see the still wet stains of his cum on her
slacks.  I picked them up and brought them to my face.  There was a very
slight but unmistakable smell of sperm on them.  I pressed them to my face
and extended my tongue to experience the taste for myself.  I wanted more,
so I sucked as much of his semen through the fabric as it would give up. 
It wasn't enough.  I wanted more.  I wanted to feel the thick white liquid
on my tongue and swirl it around in my mouth like she did.  I wanted a
stronger taste.  I wanted to feel his cum slide down my gullet.  My penis
was again painfully hard.  I stood up; unbuckling my pants swiftly dropping
them to the floor.  With the sperm soaked slacks still crushed to my face,
I grabbed my dick and with a few short strokes, unloaded my own seed onto
the pile of Jean's cloths on the floor.  I was lost in passion and I knew
right then and there I needed more.  Where do I go from Here?  Where is
this taking all of us?
   Jean called out from the shower, begging me to come to her.  Dutifully,
I pealed off the rest of my clothes and went into the bathroom.  The shower
door was only half way shut leaving a perfect view of my beautiful naked
wife standing there in all of her magnificence.  Her tall lithe frame was
slick with water while the jets from the showerhead bounced off of her
skin. Her hands were rubbing her face as her forearms gently pressed those
magnificent breasts together.  Turning her head she looked me directly in
the eyes and said, "Please don't be mad at me.  I thought you are Ok with
it.  Please don't be mad," with her face contorted into the saddest puppy
dog pout I had ever seen.
   It must have been my silence that frightened her because I hadn't said a
single word to her about what happened since leaving their house.  What she
was thinking and what she was feeling was totally self-imposed.  She knew
she was in the wrong and was clearly feeling guilty.  She was now paying
for her sin.  I kind of envied her since hers was a black and white issue.
She did what she wanted to do and she probably weighed the consequences
before deciding to go ahead with it.  Knowing me like she does, she
probably thought I would grant her this freedom rather than lose her.  She
knew that the puppy dog look would make me cave.  She knew I would forgive
her even before she did it.
   My understanding of her motives just added to my humiliation since I
knew she was right.  I would do anything and allow her to do anything as
long as she didn't leave me.  She was my pride and a confirmation of
masculinity that I could never generate from within.  Marrying her was the
biggest accomplishment I would ever have.  To lose her was unthinkable.  I
had to make it impossible for me to lose her.  But, unlike her problem with
guilt, mine was more complex.  I was confronted with my apparent homosexual
tendencies.  This was something I had never even dreamed about.  I hadn't
even had youthful experiences in that area.  All of my sexual
experimentation was heterosexual from the very beginning.  Why did this
suddenly arise?  Where did those feelings come from?  This whole thing
excited me on multiple levels.  Several of them I had never had to deal
with before.  The abject humiliation I felt was extremely titillating.  I
really enjoyed the fact that my beautiful wife was independently satisfying
her sexual needs right before my eyes.  I had always enjoyed watching her
masturbate in front of me and really got off when she pleasured herself
with the dildo we bought when we are visiting the local adult bookstore
with the Gifford's.  I had encouraged her to get one of the larger models
but stopped her short of the size she apparently really wanted.  In
retrospect, the largest one she wanted was probably smaller than the cock
Phil sports.  This mental exercise was not comforting me because I still
could not rationalize my homosexual thoughts.
   As I approached the shower, Jean glanced down and said, "I guess you're
not mad at me after all."
   I was still sporting a handsome erection bouncing up and down as I
walked.  Looking down I began to smile and said, "I love you."
   "I love you too, Gary.  I would never do anything that would destroy
what we have together.  Please forgive me!" she cried.  There was that look
again.
   I still didn't know what to say.  I was probably feeling guiltier than
she was since I was dealing with the fear of becoming gay.  Did I like
cocks more than cunts?  How could she stay with a gay man?  She would lose
all respect for me and take off.  I just know that she would.  I had to
take some kind of stand on what happened.  This was too big an issue for
the future of our relationship to be swept under the rug.  Considering that
this was the most sexually exciting thing I ever experienced, I doubted
that I could suppress the desire to repeat it, or should I say, have Jean
repeat it.  With that thought my erection was getting even harder.  I knew
I wanted to see her do it it again and I knew that it wouldn't stop there.
I knew right then and there that what I was about to say would eventually
result in Jean getting fucked by Phil's giant cock.  I also knew that was
just what Jean wanted; after all, she openly fantasized about it during our
love making for the past two years.  Who knows how long she fantasized
about him before then in silence.  The thought of the escalating sexual
experimentation was pushing me on to another climax.  I was just hoping
that I could hold it back long enough so that Jean thought it was brought
about by her and not by my own fantasies.  Trying to think of the right
words was sufficient to calm me down enough so that I did not spill my seed
before even getting into the shower.
   I stepped into the enclosure and slid my arms around my nymph and pulled
her tightly to me.  With the water splashing off of my back, I pressed my
lips to hers and pressed my erection to her body.  Breaking the kiss, I
whispered, "I'm not mad."
   I lied.  I was mad.  I was mad at myself for allowing this to happen in
the first place.  I was made at myself because I wanted it to happen again.
I was mad at myself because I wanted to see Phil's cock in action.  I
wanted to see his cock in her mouth again.  I wanted to see it stretch and
fill her beautiful cunt.  I wanted to see all of that cum flowing out of
her pussy.  I wanted to see cum in her mouth.  I wanted to feel him cum in
my mouth.  I wanted this to go forward as much or more than she did.  That
was my shame.
   I didn't want to appear eager or even willing so it wouldn't look like I
was pushing her into it.  If I did that, I think I would end up losing her.
I wanted it to appear that I was reluctant but that I understood her
desires.  I was hoping to keep the upper hand in what we would end up
doing. For the moment, I let the subject drop and proceeded to make
passionate love to Jean in as fervently as I could.  I focused entirely on
her pleasure.  I slowly washed her body and hair.  I dabbed her dry and
wrapped her in the towel and swept her off of her feet and carried her to
our bed.  I tried to keep my lips in contact with some part of her body at
all times as I stroked and pawed her.  I massage every part of her body
except for her cunt.  That, I was holding for the finale.  But, I started
losing her.  She was too relaxed and was drifting off to sleep.  I didn't
want her to end the day without us making love.  In desperation, I said,
"Honey that was the most exciting thing I ever saw tonight."
   She immediately perked up.  "Oh, Gary!  Me too, I never thought I would
ever see his cock, let alone touch it.  I just couldn't resist it once it
all started.  I just couldn't stop."
   "I know," I said, "I can't really blame you since everything we have
been doing with the Gifford's was leading to just what happened."
   Mary rolled on her back and said, "Make love to me, Gary.  I want you
now more than I ever wanted you."
   I slid my body over hers and slowly entered her.  Her cunt was wet and
tight.  It felt like the first time we ever made love.
   I pushed slowly into her until I bottomed out against her cervix.  This,
she liked.  In this position, I would just apply and release the pressure
of my cock against the bottom of her uterus.  She slowly opened her legs
until they are splayed directly perpendicular to her frame.  It was my most
favorite position since it made her open up for the deepest penetration. 
She was doing all of the work.  All I had to do was keep up the pressure.
She then brought her legs closer together and slowly stretched them back
out creating a feeling for me as if my dick was in a hot whirlpool of sex.
I had to very careful, because at this point, the rubbing of her cervix on
the head of my cock often brought me to a violent climax.  Bending her legs
at the knee was her signal for me to begin pumping her with hard thrusts.
On queue, I slid my dick back and almost completely out of her vagina and
then slowly slide it back to the bottom.  We had long ago choreographed
this carnal ballet and practiced it to perfection over the years.  Every
move was rehearsed and refined to the point that we knew each other's every
breath; every moan; every thought.  As I increased the tempo of my thrusts,
I knew it would trigger her verbalizations of fantasy and I was not
disappointed.  She started mumbling that was periodically interrupted by
grunts and groans followed by a shout of "Ohh, Fuck me!" Then what she was
saying became more and more clear.
   She yelled in quick succession, "I love his big cock.  Ooooohhh!...  I
want to suck his beautiful cock again... I want to fuck it...  I want his
big cock in my cunt...  I want his cum..." There was no doubt she was
referring to Phil.
   With that she started the climb to another big orgasm.  These usually
lasted quite awhile.  I never timed them but I'll bet they approached a
minute or more.  When it hit, she screamed and shouted out all kinds of
obscenities.  She flailed her legs about and dug her nails into my back. 
Her face scrunched up and her lips pulled into a strained grimace.  I
dumped my load into her as she was at her peak.  She was seldom aware of my
climax because of the usual intensity of her own.  Sometimes though, it was
my ejaculating that would set her off, but not very often.
   After particularly hot fuck sessions like this one, we both liked to lay
there connected and wallow in our juices.  She admitted that she liked to
feel my weight on her body and how my cum leaked down through her ass
crack. I could feel her working her kegel muscles as she attempted to
capture some of the cum in her asshole.  I kind of enjoyed the feeling of
her vagina ejecting my cock as it softened.  This event was usually
followed with a rush of cum from her cunt once it was unplugged.  She often
giggled because it tickled her running down her crack.
   A few times she wanted me to eat her out after I came in her but I could
never do it.  The thought of it excited me but seeing all of the slop
turned me off before I could get started.  Well, this was one of those
nights for her.  She told me that she wasn't finished and wanted me to eat
her out.  If it wasn't full of cum, I would never turn her down.  I have
even eaten her out while she was having her period.  I was very careful not
to get involved with her menses but I ate her anyway by concentrating on
her clit.  This was different.  I was coming down from my third cum of the
night and I was looking at a cunt that was covered from hair to hole with
sperm.  There would be no way of avoiding the slop.  She started bringing
her knees together and spreading them out again in an attempt to get
something going between her legs.  She often did this when fully clothed.
It was a signal of her sexual frustration.  Whenever I saw her sitting back
or lying on her back with her knees swing in and out, I knew she was
working herself up for sex.  I have spied on her diddling herself after
doing the knee thing, thinking I was not around to satisfy her.  Or, at
least I thought she wanted me instead of her fingers.  I could be wrong
about that.  God knows what she does when I'm not around.
   She always cut me a break on this creampie thing in the past but tonight
she was being very persistent.  She was almost begging me.  What am I
saying; almost!  She was begging me.  I took another look and saw the
aftermath of our fucking.  This was what they call an angry cunt.  It was
very swollen and bright red in color.  Her vagina was slack and a large
dollop of sperm was staring back at me from the opening.  Her lips were
engorged and slimy wet with cum.  A trail of cum traced her ass crack
leading to an impressive pile of sperm on the sheet.  The pile was still
connected to her asshole by a thin string that wiggled with each movement
of her knees.
   She pleaded, "Gary, I need this!"
   More than her plea, it was the vision that came to my mind that was
weakening my resolve.  I was picturing this scene as the aftermath of Phil
having fucked her.  I was picturing her cunt as being just penetrated and
full of his sperm.  I was thinking of the sampling of his sperm that I
tasted from Jean's slacks.  It was that last thought, the taste of Phil's
cum that pushed me over the edge and I dove right in.  I didn't waste any
time licking her cunt, I went directly at the sperm.  I stuck my tongue
into her hole and lapped out as much of the nectar that I could pretending
it was Phil's.  She must have contracted her vagina as my tongue entered
because the juice seemed to squirt into my mouth.  I was surprised at the
taste.  It was more of a sensation than a taste.  It kind of choked me as
it hit the back of my tongue.  It wasn't a gag sensation as if it was
revolting.  It was more of a tickling sensation.  It's hard to describe. 
There was definitely some kind of taste but I could not identify it.  It
tasted like nothing else I have ever had in my mouth.  I don't know why but
I really liked it.  I liked everything about it.  There was the unusual
taste, the heady smell, the sensation, and, oh yes, there was the
humiliation factor - not to mention the homoerotic nature of it.  I worked
her clit for a while but quickly dropped down to her bunghole in the hope
that she was able to capture some of the cum in there.  Sure enough, she
had.  I worked my tongue into her and tried to gather all remnants of my
sperm.  I pressed harder and harder until her asshole opened wide and
accepted my oral probing.  This was another new sensation for me never
having tasted asshole before.  Her anal juice left my tongue numb and with
a bitter aftertaste.  I must have been good at it since Jean was really
getting worked up.  But it didn't take long for the taste of cum to run
out. I lost interest in rimming when the cum was gone.  Then I remembered
the pool of cum on the bed.  How was I going to get away with what I had in
mind?  I didn't want her to know that I was getting off on eating cum.  I
thought I would create some kind of diversion that would give me an
opportunity to swoop down on that cum on the sheet.  I began using my
fingers to work her clit and cunt.  I pushed on the back of her thigh and
rolled her pelvis up high.  She grabbed for the back of her knees
temporarily disengaging me from the action.  That was it!  I took the
opportunity to dip down and suck up the pile of sperm.  I'm sure that she
heard me but at this point, I didn't much care.  The pile had cooled
slightly making it semi-disgusting as I sucked it through my lips.  But, as
it piled up in my mouth it warmed and released its flavor to every single
one of my taste buds.  It was sweet, bitter, and salty, all at the same
time.  But, it was the volume of cum that was so exquisite.  The feel of
that much cum swirling in my mouth swept me into ecstasy.  I tried to
swallow the load and get back to work in her cunt but I didn't figure that
it would be so difficult.  The sperm was too thick and viscous to just go
down.  I hacked and coughed a bit.  I swallowed and swallowed but remnants
of sperm still coated my mouth and throat.  Eventually it stabilized
sufficiently so I could again breathe normally.  I went back to my
obligation and brought Jean to a tremendous clitoral orgasm.
   Coming down, she started to feel some remorse for forcing me to do this
and offered an apology.  I scrambled up the bed climbing over her until we
are face to face.  She pulled her face back from mine and cocked her head
in order for her eyes to focus better on my face.  She cocked her head the
other way slightly while trying to understand what she was seeing.  All of
a sudden she started laughing and said, "You look like you went through a
war!"
   I could feel the sperm coating on my cheeks harden.  I could feel my
cheeks start to blush - probably from her noticing all of the sperm on my
face.  It felt like my skin was reacting to the sperm.  I jumped up to go
and wash it off.  I got a good look at myself in the bathroom mirror and
was shocked.  I did look like I went through a war.  The sperm was crusting
over top of my cherry red cheeks.  I must be allergic to my own sperm!  I
washed up and returned to the bed to find Jean almost fully asleep.  I
stood over her absorbing her beauty, wondering what was next for us.  Now
that I wanted things to go forward with Phil, was she having the same
thoughts?  I wasn't sure where things are going but I certainly knew where
I wanted them to go.
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Chapter 1- Know Thy Wife